Zoe held onto Danielle's head as the other girl sucked the very life from her. She couldn't see her, but certainly felt all of the movements and pressures that Danielle executed on her meatstick. Her tongue wrapped around it as best as she could as she worked her way up and down.
Danielle even managed to deep throat her for a few moments before pulling back. Her tip felt each swallow and movement, the suction and the licking. Pre-cum slithered out and down Danielle's throat, the muscles milking her even more. Deep blue eyes stared up at her as Danielle tried to drain every last drop from her. Zoe shuddered in pleasure each time her tongue wrapped around her dick, and with each thrust forward to the back of Danielle's throat, she got closer and closer to spilling everything.
Zoe tried to warn her, her hips twitching moments before she flooded Danielle's mouth with her cream. She kept sucking, swallowing every drop and maintaining her rhythm. By the time she sucked her dry, Zoe felt completely spent. She needed to lean up against the bathroom counter to stay standing.
"How...wh-what?" She got out through ragged breaths. Danielle just smirked and wiped a dribble of cum off her lower lip were it escaped.
"Tasted better than I thought," she whispered. "So you enjoyed it?"
"Yeah, definitely," Zoe said. She pushed herself off the counter, her dick now resting against her leg. It deflated at little but the self-satisfied smirk made the fire grow again. "You're not freaking out?"
Danielle shrugged her shoulders. "You have a great cock, why should I care its above a vagina?"
"I...ummm, okay," Zoe said. "But that's not weird?"
"A little, but I got off in the middle of class, so..." Danielle smiled at her again, making her relax. Yeah, okay, maybe this could work. Now she just had to figure out how to break the news to Mom.
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Karen rushed out of her classroom, hoping to catchup with Jon quickly. She managed to get her dick under control - and it really was easier to think the thing had a separate brain - by the time class ended. Walking still was a bit odd, but she managed fine. She spotted him walking toward his next class, their final one for the day.
"Jon!" He turned to look at her, beaming from atop those heels. He certainly seemed more comfortable in them than he had at lunch. She wasn't sure how his wish interpreted clothes that fit into a tight skirt that almost didn't, but she wasn't going to complain.
"Everything okay?" He asked.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," she said, stopping next to him. He took her arm again as they walked to the classroom. Most of the students got out of their way, to hurried to care, but Karen caught some of them staring at them - no, at Jon.
Jon let out a sigh and slumped his shoulders. "Biff asked me out."
"Biff? The quarterback? Homophobe extraordinaire?" Karen hardly believed the man was capable of even looking at a guy, but so far, their day had been filled with strange things. What wish caused that to happen? "How'd he react?"
"After I said no?" Karen nodded, knowing the rebuke was a given. They still needed to set up an actual date, and well, there was no way Jon would go out with guy who gave him swirlies throughout middle school. "I pushed him away, he fell down, and spent the class glaring at me."
Karen stopped right outside the door to their classroom. Glancing in, she pulled Jon off to the side so another student could get in. "You want payback."
"Well..." Jon tried to look innocent, but mostly he looked ready for revenge.
"What do you have in mind?"
